A Frivolous Song

Milwaukee girls in 81.

My father died. I felt so glum.

Every thought under the sun

and all the boring shit I’ve done.

My poetry is never fun

but now my race is almost run

I seek the trophy never won.

I’m desperate to tell someone

I’m serious!

(And I should be taken seriously)

I’m serious! 

(You must respect my poetry)

I’m serious and I don’t think

my armour has a single chink

and my huge muse is in the pink

while all you other poets stink!

Methinks I’ll pour myself a drink

and wonder why you don’t all think

I’m serious!

(You just act so frivolously)

I’m serious!

(Why can’t the gang be nice to me?)

I’m serious so I don’t rhyme

(Frivolity’s a major crime)

I pour another glass of wine

and weep as I write ev’ry line.

My thoughts are so damn crystalline

while your remarks are asinine.

That’s why I stamp my feet and whine

I’m serious!

(Enough of your frivolity!)

I’m serious!

(My poems are top quality!)

I’m serious. It’s getting late.

I’ve no time to reciprocate

but, even so, please say I’m great

and haters, if you’re gonna hate,

you’re just a juvenile ingrate

and once again I’d like to state

I’m serious!

(I’m a bit like Walt Whitman)

I’m serious!

(I’ll throw my toys out of my pram)

I’m serious, an alpha male

way past his best. I’m going stale.

Robinda’s gone and hit the nail

right on its head. That’s why I flail

and fight but know I’m doomed to fail.

I’m Ahab. He’s my Great White Whale.

I’m serious! Be nice to me!

Enough with your frivolity

I’m serious! Why can’t you see

I’m serious?

I’m serious!

I’m serious!

I’m serious!

(Repeat till fade, screaming)